Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life novel Chapter 1353

Keaton really had his hands full, dealing with her and now Fiona too.

"Got it," Fiona nodded, playing along.

"Flora, open up."

As the mother and daughter chatted away, a man's arm suddenly reached over. Flora glanced up, smiling at the man before her, and opened her mouth as he popped a freshly made pastry in.

"How's it taste?" Connor asked softly.

"It's a bit bland, I want something sweeter," Flora pouted, wrapping her arms around his waist. "I want something even sweeter."

"Nope, too much sugar isn't good for you," Connor chuckled, gently ruffling her hair. His eyes, deep and calm, were filled with love and indulgence.

Flora's sweet tooth had only grown stronger with age, but she knew too much sugar wasn't great for her health.

Flora wasn't thrilled: "Connor, you weren't like this before. You used to do whatever I said."

"I still do whatever you say, my dear wife. I wouldn't dare not to." Connor's lips curved into a playful smile, then he leaned in, brushing his lips against hers. "I'm sweet too, if you’re craving something sweet, you can have me."

Fiona: "..."

She could really do without her parents' lovey-dovey moments.

"Dad! I'm still here!" she shouted, exasperated.

Connor finally noticed her, glancing at the phone screen.

Suddenly, his expression shifted.

"Where are you?"

Fiona felt a pang of guilt.

"Where else would I be... at home..."

"Whose home?" Connor pressed on.

"My home..."

"Doesn't look like it. Move the camera back a bit."

Fiona: "..."

"Fiona's not even eighteen yet. What boy would dare try anything with her?" Flora said casually. "Besides, she's got high standards. She won't settle for just anyone."

In all these years, they hadn't seen her show interest in anyone.

Connor pressed his lips together.

He remembered being quite the rogue himself.

Back when Flora wasn't even eighteen, he had...

But if anyone dared touch Fiona, he'd make sure they'd regret it.

"The wind's picking up. You might catch a cold if we stay out here. Let's head back inside," he suggested, turning his attention back to Flora.

"Then carry me," Flora said lazily, reaching out her hand. Connor shook his head with a smile, leaned down, and scooped her up.

"Alright, I'll carry you."

Carrying his Flora for a lifetime was his greatest joy.